Staring at strangers poems
for hours on end,
no point trying to pretend
that I am not lonely.
Coming home after a days
work, numbed on Edens apples.
I walk through the door,
meet the cheek of my apparent lover,
Turn it on,
watch the red turn to green.
then aim my eyes at the screen,
Enter the site,
and spend the remaining night,
reading strangers poems,
searching for someone more lonely than I
Vincent the honsety in this poem is amazing...I think you should post this on the forum, they need a little humanity in there..(if you're not afraid of Destructive critisism..lol) Good write! A lonely soul... :) Angie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way you say it, Vincey. I like it a lot. And Vincey, the 'I' in thsi poem could be me as well. Warm regards, Gina.